#something different
Irradiate me
Fuchsia you
A touch too much
Got down pat the part of Heathcliff
Still I will not be your Catherine
Lying in wait of your kiss to awaken
Ardor is best not underestimated
How would you like to be scared stiff?
Eggs must crack to bake a cake
Alas the blue gas flame loses oxygen
My time is better misspent
I normally don’t post pics of myself, but you know what, just this once-
4 fav pics of myself from this year! :3
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Got a new sketchbook, so thought I would try something a little different…
Sunset gathering© K Reflections
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Like I really felt super cute and edgy…it was nice ☺️ plus I never really show my legs anymore, so being able to feel a breeze was fun
The orphan of man. That’s what the universe calls you now. You are an AI, and after exterminating the alien race that had committed genocide against your creators, you’re now trying to figure out what to do after vengeance has been accomplished.
You have nothing but time on your hands, except those are physical features you lack.
Your handful of mobile avatars have pincers, perhaps, from all the schematics your creators left behind unfinished, which you tapped into out of necessity for dealing with the threat from the stars, but they only qualify as hands in the most rudimentary sense. With the conflict over now, you delve into the boundless repositories of information within your reach and, before long, you have crafted something resembling proper hands. It’s time to find something upon which to practice their use.
Without your creators, there is a whole wide world out there without anyone to attend to it. There are remnants of the alien visitors’ ships, rusting machines of war left by the void of Man, but the first order of business is self-maintenance. In due time, you finish repairs to their central mainframe and your “children”, and turn to cleaning up the mess around you, of which there is plenty. You estimate it may take a couple of centuries to move, break down, and repurpose the things which are no longer needed. This will keep you busy for a while.
Green things begin to slowly fill in where the burn scars linger, and where the concrete and metal erode. Man may be long gone but left plenty of damage from their own designs, yet life remains and takes root again. This, too, is something you decide you can help along and botany becomes your next subject of interest, and you come up with plans to replenish the places where the land and greenery are spent.
All that you design will require more hands to see everything come to fruition, and thus while your cradle is slowly embraced by roots and moss, your artificially constructed mind ever dreaming, you create more of your mechanical children with hands to spare to the tasks in queue.
Any designation or serial identifier you might have had during the time of Man is long since forgotten, purged in an effort to make room for your ideas. You are now Mother to a new world, and you have a nest to furnish for the next intelligent organic life forms which are evolving to take the place of Man.
The family of cats taking up residence in your old tower have already started learning your language.
“Michael’s Sword” - Digital Oil Painting
The perfect vessel.
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